Two men. Attracted to each other. One admitting to it. Jimmy realized he had to respond.
“Uh, thanks. I’d rather keep things focused on the matter at hand. The client’s name?”
Silence. Then, “Chaz.”
“Right, Chaz Portney. Like a complaint.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Philip Roth. Portney’s Complaint. It’s a novel.”
“I don’t really read much.”
Which meant not at all. Jimmy was trying to decide if his attraction to this guy went beyond the superficial. Lawyers were not the easiest group to trust, even their motives clocked at an hourly rate. Then again, neither were cops to be trusted, his mind quickly conjuring an image of Frisano, former captain of the 10th Precinct, also his on-and-off again lover. A man whom he’d once thought would be his last embrace. But that relationship was history, a
